Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-11-26

''Of TINT. too, have been informed
FINALLY, you have am ugly MOUTH
''The Lord made INC, protested.
$50 you boiieve,n said Hippolyte. "And
yet, though you are not first cousin TO Apollo,
yCl are outstrippint, me in a race that had
set my heart upon. All, it is you earnest fell
lows who Via the prizes Of life. Moi, eat
The ashes" lie passed hand across his eyes
and leaned his hcad upon his hand in help
less, childlike way lie bad. ''Take my ply.
factory, broad, as choose them. Go, and
nay all thet-is good attend YOU
As / closed the door the clinll Of Glass and
lecanter made me wonder sadly how /
should find Hippolvte on my return. l made
my way towards the Faubourg St Honorc
with some misgivings bat resolved TO see
Miss Whipple and warn her against her be
quilting Zoe.
/ was ushered into a very somber and mag
lificent apartment, neutral IN tiass of fur
aishing, and breathing antiquity Gad gloom.
The mantel was high, and black and carved,
banked by tall urns, funereal enough in as
pect to have contained the ashes of all the
Choisys. The folds of the portieres brought
70 my mind those spongy forests of Hugos,
which, upon the slightest pressure, expressed
bloodthirsty villains. There was gloom, too,
in the sullen looking CRATE, whence the ashes
had not been removed, and in the very par
lueterie and walls, dim with submerged
lrescoing, SO that the catter of small heels
on the stairs came cheerfully to announce
Miss Whipple
She entered, dressed in the palest of azure
gowns, family laced with silver. Her long
fair hair, tied with bit of ribbon, was gath
ared at her neck, and fell agai loosely in a
# I Sboyypp ba1pxy bp~ xyaict vyo cfII-oYisipcr
now the room took ON color and tone at her
advent. The curtains were shaken out, and
declared their innocence. servant soop
had heap of anthracite in the CRATE, which
reflected its ruddiness in mirrors and polished
doors. Birds burst into song from undiscov-
cred corners, and an odor of Indian perfumes
aoated from Miss Whipples dress.
A visiting card, inscribed IN. Hippolyte
| BonnetheauN lay on q table, toward which
she waved her hand
"Yom friend, NJ Bonnetheau, was her
last evening"" she said smiling. ''It was M
guardian who received him.
''And you did not see HING 1 inquired
'I-yes for moment, at my guardians
request"
Then you do not approve of him~
She Strengthened herself, with touch of
aauteur. He has been misrepresented. /
lake nothing upon hearsay, m'sieur. He has
beautiful theory of religion she added,
that of M. Comte."
'Ahl' | exclaimed, ironically.
YES she continued; "and he assures me
that the principles of Altruism result in the
highest good to all who practice them. | do
| not doubt it, and yet, it seems to me-do you
! believe that Comte never cared about being
happyF'
No, l believe he craved it and sought it, in
nis way, as violently as Bonnetheau seeks
| pleasure in his. Only, Comics happiness
consisted in being the promulgator-he had
an intense personal calculation in that-of a
| new philosophy, while Bonnetheaus is COM
| prised-well, he has a programme of his own.
But as for Hippolyte's talk on this subject,
assure you, it is all frippery. He does not
believe word of it himself, and although he
| has done you no harm as yet, pardon me, but
ne will do you great deal, if you continue
10 listen to him"
"Why does every one accuse M. Bonnetheau
Of insincerityf she demanded, Indignantly.
| II am sure he has a great deal of feeling"
"Ah, do not doubt it, ma'm'selle, but be sure
assured that the feelings which he really has
are not those which he shows. That is the
| difficulty in comprehending Hippolyte.
Miss Whipple sighed and changed the sub
| ject, but could see, upon taking leave OF
her, that l had removed none of the fascina-
ton which Bonnetheau had exercised upon
her. He had such marvellous way of max
| ing people believe him, notwithstanding
their approval of him was founded upon
| doubt.
Approaching our apartment that night, 1
perceived, by unmistakable sounds proceed
ing thence, that carousal was in progress.
| pushed my way through the uproar, disre-
| garded by Bonnetheau, and throwing up "a
| window in the farthest roon leaned into the
purer air
| | gazed into the street below Turmoil
| there, too. A jangle of instruments came
| from over the way, and the tread of dancing
| feet. There were broils, affairs and strenu-
Gus voices. glanced above, and beheld the
| awful regarding silence of the sky, strevn
! thick with stars. The popping of corlss
| thin continued, and the confined odor VI
noke and wines sckened me, until at last,
| he thunder in the streets declined, the
laughter in the adjoining rooms subsidized
the shouts lapsed into unintelligible muttcr
ings Bonnetheau and his companions Were
| linking into oblivion, and a faint graz
suirused the windows. l walked to the door
and looked in. Hippolyte sat at table, his
| bead on his arm, one hand clasped about .
| .%lNereu goDiel, Where IL had Iallen. lis
liuen was stained and there was an ooze Of
s'ine about his lips. The color in his cheeks
was high and steady, his irresolute mouth
was parted blankly. | could have wept over
my Jerusalem, thus fallen for the hundredth
time. Alasl poor Hippolyte! He moved
slightly, and brushed the fragments of glass
| to the floor with his hand. / saw the blood
start from his fingers and went to bind them
| uD. AS | stopped to wind the linen about
them, I heard him mutter Miss Whipple''
| name.
Poor foCll He was never farther from her
| than at that moment.
Six months ran al ound, and again was
seated in the somber salon of Choisy. Miss
Whipple was looking meditatively at tho
GnOr. and presently raYn ma the result of